Saturday, July 30, 2011

My first baking memory is of creaming together sugar and butter in a stainless steel bowl with a wooden spoon for my mother. This was a coveted task in our home, as my sister and I liked to taste the butter-sugar mix as we worked. From this base Amma made some of the fluffiest cakes I've ever tasted. I especially loved watching through the glass dome as the cake rose slowly in it's circular oven.

The cakes were almost always ring cakes. The mould had a small tumbler at the center which was removed while the cake cooled. Unmoulding the cake was not without it's share of drama. Amma would run a knife around the sides, place a large stainless steel plate over the ring and flip. She would tap on the mould a little and finally lift it off.

And we had a cake.

posted by Priya Dsouza @ 3:57 PM

2 Comments:

At August 20, 2011 3:15 PM , Blogger Jair said...

All the best .... follow your passion.

 
At August 20, 2011 5:07 PM , Blogger Priya Dsouza said...

:)

 

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